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I've marched my life, and now it wears,
Always marching get's me attacked,
My enemy upon my flesh tears,
My whole life has been sacked.
The drudgery begins to grind,
Revolution seems not so new,
Meaning no longer can i find,
There's nothing left for me to do.
I just want to go to sleep,
Collapse from exhaustion in the heat,
From a tall building i want to leap,
And drop upon this world's elite.
Always do the people flee,
Never look back they to see,
Who they think's an enemy,
Is a friend in reality,
They run away from their woes,
Straight to the clutches of their foes,
And know little they of their fate,
The evil blood lust their souls cannot sate,
The death they leap to is immense,
Reality they do not sense.
i think your rymes are beautifull friend, although i cant say the same for your name
do you write them your self? if so u must excuse the question i mean no offence by it
hey, i go by the name that people call me
as for my poems, yes, i do write them myself. They are an expression of my feelings, that normally come out when i am deppressed, but sometimes when i am happy/angry.
i just write, and there they are
well then i think we have a poet here!
seriously i think you should explore that
